God Of Martial Arts

The ROC has a wingspan of 1000 kilometers, galloping in the sky, and the clouds are rolling and the wind is roaring.

Commander Peng brought Lin Feng to the Lord's residence, but he did not see the Lord.

"Demon son, you should have a way to find the Lord?" Peng said.

"The Lord has been informed. Let's wait here." Lin Feng said calmly that although he was a demon son, he had not really seen the real king of demons. He only saw his seventh generation. Lin Feng even guessed that those lords did not necessarily see the emperor. I'm afraid few people know who the real king of demons is.

Lin Feng even suspected that the king of Wanyao was far more than eighty-one, or even more. Only after the eighty-one cultivation was passed down, other generations were annihilated in time and space, and were not left by the king of Wanyao.

Of course, everything is speculation. I'm afraid only the king of Banshee knows what the real situation is.

Let alone the king of demons, I'm afraid the Lord's accomplishments are extraordinary. How many identities does he have?

Although Lin Feng has seen one of his identities, even his family members, but listen to each other's words, is the Lord's only that important identity?

Let's say that Lin Feng has a lot of identities now. Who knows that the disciples of the temple of destiny will be the demon son of this land of Wanyao king?

"Maple forest!" Finally, there was a voice. It was the Lord who arrived. His body floated down slowly from the sky. His eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, and his edge was shining. He said, "your realm?"

Lin Feng said with a smile: "I have experienced epiphany these years, and I have made great progress in my cultivation. As for the realm, the Lord will consider me to be the realm of the holy emperor."

"Holy emperor." The Lord's look is slightly coagulant and shocking. In the past, the Wu Emperor Lin Feng had the fighting power beyond the peak of the great emperor, and his combat power reached the emperor of heaven. Now he says that he understands that the combat effectiveness has been pressed into the realm of the holy emperor. It's so fast. He has never seen anyone's combat capacity grow so fast.

"Lord, I want to see the Banshee king." Lin Feng looks at the Lord and opens his mouth.

The Lord gazed at Lin Feng, then nodded and said, "OK, I'll take you to see the demon king."

After that, I saw him with Lin Feng's body shape flash, and disappeared from here in an instant.

Lin Feng's body twinkled in the void. Soon, he found that the road ahead seemed familiar. He could not help but ask, "Lord, how big is the world of the demon king?"

"Multiple worlds, I don't know how big." The Lord responded with a smile, which made Lin Feng's pupil shrink and asked again, "is the kingdom of the demon king completely isolated from the outside world?"

"Yes, but it is impossible to be completely isolated. For example, when a strong man of his level stepped into the territory of Wanyao king, he could also make a storm. However, since he still wanted to go out, the demon king was willing to let him out, but his life could not be controlled by himself." The LORD said calmly, which made Lin Feng look calm. It seems that the fall of the White Emperor really had something to do with Wanyao King's territory.

"Of course, as a core character, you can walk out of this world, such as you demon son, and the world Lords."

"The king of demons controls the world more closely than the temple does over jiuxiao." Lin Feng said in a low voice. The Lord nodded with a smile and said, "indeed, I have been walking in jiuxiao. The temples of gods are extremely arrogant. They regard all living beings as ants. No one can challenge their authority."

"Yes." Lin Feng nodded, and acquiesced in the evaluation of the temple by the Lords. In the nine heavenly temples, the temple was indeed the supreme existence. The vast majority of the nine continents under their control did not even know the existence of the nine heavenly heavenly bodies, simultaneous interpreting their existence.

The temple, for countless years, they have become a myth, except between the temple and the temple, no one else can shake their existence, except for some of the existence of the demon world, they just fear other temples.

When he arrived at his destination, Lin Feng showed a look of surprise and landed with the Lord one after another.

"Lord, why are you back here again?" Looking at the familiar scenery in front of him, Lin Feng can't help being slightly surprised. In front of him, he is the place where the LORD brought him last time, his home.

"Just follow me." The Lord smiles at Lin Feng, and then he becomes a mortal again. His temperament all converges and goes forward.

"Uncle Wang." Lin Feng also restrained temperament, called out, wry smile, two people into the ancient street, once again came to the Lord's house, the girl jumped to meet, saw Lin Feng also blinked, smile: "you come again."

"Well, let's have a look with Uncle Wang." Lin Feng said with a smile. The Lord asked his daughter, "girl, can you paint an old man?"

"Of course, what else can he do besides painting?" The girl said with a smile.

"I'll go and see him." The old man in the Maple Grove opened the old door in the same place."Empty?" Lin Feng's eyes congealed, the other side's painting, is basically empty, nothing, even, he is drawing on the stone with a pen, how can he draw a picture.

"Lord?" Lin Feng looked at the Lord suspiciously. He said with a smile, "you can't stop when he draws every time you stay here for a while. Wait a minute."

Lin Feng turned his head and became more curious. He didn't understand why the LORD had brought him here. But soon, Lin Feng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He seemed to find that the old man's painting was not as simple as he imagined. He saw that the tip of the pen seemed to penetrate into the stone, and the naked eye could hardly see it.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng believes that he can not be wrong, staring at the pen, only to see the other side constantly depicting, cycling, as in the painting of heavenly script.

"Sometimes he can paint for years, even decades, and never stop." The LORD said faintly, which made Lin Feng's pupils shrink. He couldn't do it for decades, even for a few years.

What terrible perseverance it takes to let him repeat the same thing and endless thing in a few years. Moreover, this ordinary old man seems to have no breath at all. Passers-by are too lazy to take a look at him, but can he not eat or drink for decades?

Lin Feng's eyes slowly turned around, looked at the Lord, opened his mouth, and said, "he is..."

The Lord seemed to know what Lin Feng wanted to ask. He nodded with a smile, which made Lin Feng's pupil shrink. When he looked at the old man again, a fine light flashed through his eyes.

"King of demons!"

In front of me, this ordinary and extremely stupid old man, who has been repeating the same action, is the king of demons?

However, after so much experience, Lin Feng has been able to accept any strange things calmly, so his look soon returned to normal. He just breathed a breath, and then stepped back to the side. Sitting with the Lord, he just watched the old man draw.

This painting, is 18 days, the old man's pen, finally stopped, did not look up, these days, he has never raised his head to look at Lin Feng.

"At last." The old man stretched his back, then raised his head and looked at Lin Feng. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said with a smile, "Lin Feng, we have met again."

"King of demons." Lin Feng nodded slightly. It can be said that he has seen each other seven times in his life. Of course, it can also be said that they have never seen each other once.

"Yes, very good." Wanyao Wang looked at Lin Feng, nodded and said with a smile: "this time, why are you looking for me?"

"Wanyao king, you once said, demon son, has the power to command an army. I want to know how strong your power is. I am ready to join hands with you." Lin Feng calm said, even if he stood in front of the existence, is the king of demons, he still used the two words.

The king of demons narrowed slightly and said with a smile, "what are you doing together?"

Lin Feng stares at Wanyao king, spit out a cold voice: "those who are high above, tear down the altar."